Hunter

The snake coils and curls and bites her own tail

A divine serpent,

An enormous cobra of venomous secrets

The percipient will have seen God by the time he acknowledges her tale 

She cripples her own community of poison flies

They had no other choice but to circle her debris,

and they’ve gotten in the way of her manmade destiny

Of the infliction they’ve faced, the worst are made up of lies

Our protection from the hunter is made of wooden ply

Additionally, dry sticks, cold stones and bitter resentment

It weakens our community and my power as queen,

so I’ve spoken to the hunter and yet to stick to our walls is his reply

I smell and taste and circle around,

his arena that appears he has left behind

Me and my community await for his violence + terror in his ballpark,

and we’ll fight but I predict a flood that will take us out in a fatal round

Bound by our secrets, desires and personal harm she’s stayed afraid

I’m afraid of what his heart contains so for now, I stay behind my walls

I’m unaware of my own perspective and views which has led me to the wrong esplanade

He’s unaware that I’m hiding by a different sea, I hope, I pray

So for now we stall our future which we both know ends in death.

So for now we stall our future which we both know ends in death.